After the disaster relief materials arrived in Nanxiangfu City, the livelihood of the people in the city was temporarily solved.
People lined up with food boxes to get porridge, and officials and dragon guards were cooking porridge all the time without stopping.
The elderly, weak, women and children with limited mobility, and the descendants of veterans also led teams to investigate and deliver the goods door-to-door.
The people in the city drank hot porridge and received relief materials from the court, and several members of their families were able to survive.
People knelt down to thank the court and the prince for their grace.
However.
In other prefectures and counties outside Nanxiang Prefecture, the situation is not optimistic.
Although the disaster has passed, it is still cold and freezing, and the people here are even more difficult...
Lindong County.
Zhang Dong, who refused His Majesty's transfer to work as a doctor in the Ministry of Industry, still stayed in Lindong County and became a seventh-grade county magistrate.
In his words, he was not qualified for the position of a doctor in the Ministry of Industry.
He only wants to be a good official who makes decisions for the people, and does not seek advancement.
During this period of time, Zhang Dong has been working on the front line in the disaster area.
Advance and retreat together with the people in the county.
Promise that disasters will not retreat and people will not retreat.
However, after rushing to various parts of the county day and night to conduct high-intensity disaster relief, Zhang Dong finally fainted in the snow.
When he was sent back to the county government, all his talents had been exhausted.
Zhang Dongcai is a seventh-level official, but his soul has not been cultivated. He has lost the blessing of talent and his physical fitness is a little better than that of ordinary people.
at this time.
In the backyard of the county government office.
Zhang Dong lay on the bed with a pale face, cold sweat on his forehead and trembling body.
"Cold~"
"It's so cold!"
The county magistrate's wife had brought several quilts, but Zhang Dong still cried out cold and his body functions were severely reduced.
She was secretly wiping away her tears, looking at the old man in the room who was sorting the medicine box, and said, "Doctor, how is my husband doing?"
The old doctor shook his head and sighed: "Mrs. County, I can't do anything about your Lord County's illness. You are tired and your essence has been injured. How long you can resist depends on your luck..."
boom!
Mrs. County's figure was shaky, she fell on the stool beside the bed and burst into tears.
The old man didn't charge any money, bowed to Zhang Dong and silently left the room.
"doctor!"
"Doctor, how is Master Zhang?"
"Is everything okay?"
Several yamen officials were guarding outside. When they saw the old doctor coming out of the room, they quickly stepped forward to ask about Zhang Dong's situation.
"Why!"
The old man looked at these officials who were concerned about Zhang Dong's health and sighed, why don't good people live longer?
If it hadn't been for Mr. Zhang Dong and the government officials in this disaster, many people in the county would have died.
"Master Zhang may not be able to survive this winter. He has exhausted himself to this point..."
The old doctor's eyes were red and he felt equally uncomfortable. He also thought that he could become a miracle doctor and bring Zhang Dong back from hell.
But he couldn't do it.
"If you want to save Mr. Zhang, you'd better go to the prefect for help!" The old doctor gave advice.
"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, doctor!"
An official sent the old man away in person.
County Lieutenant Li glanced at the door of Zhang Dong's room, gritted his teeth, looked at several officials, and said: "Damn it, I'm going to Fucheng to find someone to save the county magistrate. Don't be idle, help the county magistrate take care of things." done!"
Li Si turned around and left. He was making jokes in the county government office and thought about living his life waiting to die.
But later he was infected by Lin Yi's actions, and this time he was shocked by the deeds of County Magistrate Zhang Dong.
Following the county magistrate, on the front line of disaster relief, he felt the same and began to want to be a good official.
But it didn't take long for Master Zhang Dong to collapse. He refused to accept it.
He wants to fight for his life with the thief God.
…
in the room.
The county lady looked at Zhang Dong on the bed, cried and cursed: "Why are you bothering? His Majesty transferred you to the capital. Wouldn't it be better to be a high official? Why do you insist on being a county magistrate?"
"Now that it's fine, what will happen to this family in the future?"
"Some things can be handled by others. Why do you, the county magistrate, do it yourself?"
The county lady cried. It wasn't that she didn't support Zhang Dong's actions, she just couldn't accept her husband's death.
Zhang Dong's body trembled slightly. He turned to look at the lady beside the bed, thinking of someone, and smiled: "Even the little guy who is not an official has a heart for the people. As a county magistrate, I must set an example."
"If I don't take the lead, the people below won't obey you. If you go ahead and do it, they won't dare to stand."
"I am the county magistrate, and I am also the vanguard of the front line."
"Madam, write two letters for me, one to my classmate Li Wenbo and the other to Lin Yi, saying that I will never drink with them again in the next life, haha... cough cough!"
Zhang Dong could feel the decline of his body and kept coughing.
He grabbed his wife's hand tightly and said: "You are worthy of admiration from heaven and earth. Praise and criticism have their own merits. Madam, I should be the first county magistrate in Dayan to die of illness, right?"
The county lady was so sad that she lay on the quilt and cried loudly.
Zhang Dong patted the county lady's back gently, with a hint of regret in his expression, and whispered to himself: "I can't save all the people while alive, but I have to watch them be saved even if I die..."
…
Early morning a few days later.
At the nearest inn outside Nanxiang Mansion, the ground rumbled and shook, and the sound of wheels and horse hooves sounded from far to near.
When the postmasters and postmasters heard the commotion, their hairs stood up in shock, and those who didn't know thought they were going to fight.
When they walked out of the inn, they saw carriages approaching as far as the eye could see.
This is several times more than the previous two disaster relief material convoys from the Ministry of Household Affairs.
"Dear mother, what happened?"
The postmaster and the postmen were dumbfounded, and they were all dumbfounded.
This was not a seal from the Ministry of Revenue. Instead, it was a note from various inns. They took a quick look at it.
This doesn't seem to be sent from a certain post station at all.
These supplies did not stop at the inn.
Instead, they replaced a few horses that were foaming at the mouth, and then hit the road again, heading straight to Nanxiang Fucheng.
At this moment, the first batch of supplies from various prefectures that people rushed to help were also transferred through various prefecture stations and finally gathered outside the city.
The amount of supplies frightened the defenders guarding the city gate, and they didn’t know where the supplies came from...
The imperial court's disaster relief materials had just been transported into the city by Long Wei.
They even saw many people who were not government officials appearing outside the inn.
Some are alone on horseback, some are driving carriages filled with goods, and there are also caravans...
They gathered outside the city.
"Quick, go and inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Magistrate..." The city gate guard sent someone to inform.
At the same time, he negotiated with the soldiers transporting civilian relief supplies under the city.
When they learned that the materials were donated by Dayan people, they were greatly shocked.
Fu Lingzhi and his father Fu Zhimin were sitting in a carriage loaded with goods. They were covered in dust and the cold wind could not cool their hearts.
…
at the same time.
Tianshu Yuan, Temporary Disaster Relief Command Department.
"Report!"
Some soldiers dismounted outside the hospital and quickly entered the command department. They reported to Lin Yi and others who were discussing how to support the trip to other counties in Nanxiang Prefecture: "Your Highness, there is a convoy of private donations of supplies outside the city. It is composed of soldiers from the Ministry of War and post offices. There are more than a few thousand vehicles for escort..."
"At the same time, there are many scholars and caravans gathering outside the city. This matter..."
The words were not finished.
Lin Yi stood up quickly. He was extremely excited and said, "Coming so soon? Okay!"
He learned the general situation from Yan Shuangwu.
But the fact that these private supplies can arrive so quickly shows that Dayan Weekly and the inn are effective.
This must be the result of the full efforts of all parties.
"Let's go outside the city and accept the wishes of the people of Dayan!"
Lin Yi stood up and walked out of the palace. He seemed to remember something, stopped and said, "Let the dragon guards and officials of Fucheng go to the main street to greet you. Don't let anyone say that Nanxiang Fucheng doesn't understand etiquette."
"By the way, let those idiots like Tang Xiuke from Tianshu Academy have a good look at what Dayan's power is!"
“If Dayan is united and united, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome!”
Lin Yi walked out of the command post, whistled, rode a white horse transformed into a holy beast, and rushed to the city gate.
As the Crown Prince of Dayan, he issued a call to the people on behalf of the court, so he should personally welcome it.
To show gratitude!
